Chapter 178: Capturing All

Inside Yaochi Hall, the debate was intense.

The radical faction and the conservative faction were arguing endlessly over whether to rescue Yin Qi.

"Quiet!"

Yao Qinghui scolded.

Only then did the elders fall silent one after another.

She looked at her two daughters on her left and right and asked, "What are your views?"

The eldest daughter, Yao Yueting, was a Possession Great Accomplishment expert.

This girl, Yao Yueru, was a Marrow Refining Grandmaster; both of their cultivations were only below hers.

Yao Yueting's voice was crisp as she said, "I think we can save him. We don't need many people; the two of us mother and daughter can go. Mother, you are a Ghost Immortal, and I can rival a Ghost Immortal while holding the Yaochi Mirror. If the disparity between Yin Qi and them is not very large, then we will strike and sell Yin Qi a life-saving favor; if the disparity is too large, even with us it will be of no help, then we will choose to watch from the sidelines."

Yao Yueru also nodded and said, "Mother, I think what Sister said is feasible; you can act according to the situation. This is Yinzhou, our Yaochi Sect's territory, so it is very normal for you to appear there."

Hearing this, the elders could not help but nod.

Yao Qinghui nodded and said, "Very well, we will act according to the situation then."

It was fortunate that Hong Xuanji believed Yin Qi was certain to die and did not notify Yao Qinghui, otherwise he would certainly have secretly instructed Yao Qinghui to participate in the encirclement and killing of Yin Qi.

………

Two days later.

On a mountain official road.

Giddyap! Giddyap! Giddyap!

Yin Qi's group galloped on horseback, the earth rumbling.

Wherever they passed, dust rolled like a flood dragon.

Yin Qi was riding a tall Fire Cloud Horse when his eyes suddenly narrowed, seeing the Dharma Blood God Carpet appear in the mid-air ahead.

The Saint Tu Yuan stood upon it, a cold sneer on his face.

Subsequently, Yin Qi looked below the Dharma Blood God Carpet, where three people were blocking the official road ahead.

One was a middle-aged man in brocade robes, wearing a red gold crown, his expression majestic, his eyes bright and piercing.

One was a stunning young girl, her figure plump, her face beautiful, holding a pitch-black long sword in her hand; it was precisely the Wuchang Sword, one of the ten great magic tools of the Profound Heaven Pavilion, giving off a sense of life and death being impermanent and precarious.

One was a middle-aged man with a narrow face and square eyes, a white hairpin stuck in his head, his eyebrows like a single horizontal line, holding a black magic staff in his hand.

This staff was named the Huangquan Staff, also one of the ten great magic tools of the Profound Heaven Pavilion, its fame even greater than the Peach God Seven Treasures.

Zhao Feirong's eyes narrowed, and she said quickly, "Young Master, the person holding the sword is Nalan Yanluo, Hall Master of the Destruction Hall of the Profound Heaven Pavilion; the other one holding the staff is Nalan Hai, Hall Master of the Black Demon Hall; both are long-famous Ghost Immortals. As for the middle-aged man wearing the red gold crown, he should be Yuan Shizu of the True Essence Gate, a powerhouse who has survived one Thunder Tribulation, second only to the Sect Master Bai Fengxian in the True Essence Gate."

Neigh! Neigh! Neigh!

Yin Qi raised his hand, and the knights pulled on their reins one after another.

The steeds neighed and soon came to a stop.

Yin Yunfeng and the others were extremely nervous; they wanted to stand in front of Yin Qi but were shouted back by Yin Qi.

Yin Qi smiled indifferently: "Saint Tu Yuan of the Essence Temple, Hall Masters of the Destruction Hall and Black Demon Hall of the Profound Heaven Pavilion, and Yuan Shizu of the True Essence Gate, right? I really didn't expect that I could startle you all into joining forces to come and encircle and kill me."

Nalan Hai sneered, "Yin Qi, you don't need to mock us secretly. This is not a dispute of pride between you and me. As long as we can kill you, what does it matter if there are a few more people!"

The Yunmeng Empire had the deepest conflict with the Great Gan, and they were also the people who wanted to kill Yin Qi the most.

Yuan Shizu smiled with a hint of sarcasm: "Yin Qi, haven't you realized that you have already been abandoned by the Qian Emperor and Hong Xuanji? We traveled south all the way without encountering any obstruction. I don't believe they didn't receive the news."

Yin Qi's expression remained indifferent, without any change.

In reality, when he saw the four of them appear here together, he knew that the Qian Emperor and Hong Xuanji had already 'abandoned' him.

It was just that he couldn't quite understand why the Qian Emperor and Hong Xuanji would do this?

One had to know that before this, he had not committed any act of disloyalty.

Tu Yuan's eyes were sinister, carrying a smug smile, and he snorted coldly: "Yin Qi, dying at our hands is enough for you to be proud. Before you die, do you have any last words?"

Nalan Yanluo had already lost patience and shouted, "What is there to say to him? Let's go together and kill him."

She waved her hand, and the Wuchang Sword shot straight toward Yin Qi.

This Wuchang Sword first shrank and then swelled, as if crossing space, instantly piercing to Yin Qi's chest, wanting to pierce his heart with one sword.

Nalan Yanluo's move was extremely seasoned; if it were an ordinary Martial Saint, they might really have been caught off guard.

Yin Qi just smiled indifferently and actually reached out to grab the Wuchang Sword.

"What!"

A look of horror flashed in Nalan Yanluo's eyes; she controlled the Wuchang Sword, wanting to break free from the restraint, but felt that her soul hidden within the Wuchang Sword was completely unable to move, and the surroundings were filled with an extremely masculine aura.

"This must be the Wuchang Sword, one of the ten great magic tools of the Profound Heaven Pavilion; I will accept it with a smile."

As he spoke, Yin Qi's right hand channeled blood Qi, quickly wiping it across the Wuchang Sword, and then he heard Nalan Yanluo let out a shrill scream: "You are not a Martial Saint!"

Because even a peak Martial Saint would have no way to forcibly erase the soul she had hidden in the Wuchang Sword.

One had to know this was the Wuchang Sword, with thirty-three Destruction Curses inscribed upon it.

Just as Nalan Yanluo screamed, Tu Yuan, Nalan Hai, and Yuan Shizu had all struck one after another.

Tu Yuan still used the giant palm of the Heavenly God, using his exquisite small curved blade to slash heavily across his thigh; blood flowed out like a fountain, transforming into a giant palm over a hundred meters long, which slapped toward Yin Qi.

Nalan Hai waved the Huangquan Staff, and a mass of black fog flowed like the Yellow Springs, possessing terrifying corrosive ability.

Yuan Shizu unleashed his Innate Gang Qi, condensing countless sword gangs that swarmed toward Yin Qi like locusts.

Nalan Yanluo's scream made their hearts tighten, and then they saw Yin Qi throw the Wuchang Sword toward Zhao Feirong behind him; it was very obvious that he had forcibly seized the Wuchang Sword.

With such an action, they naturally understood its significance and also understood the meaning behind Nalan Yanluo's words.

Not a Martial Saint, that meant a Human Immortal!

But how could this be possible!

The three of them had only just narrowed their pupils when they saw Yin Qi strike.

No, it should be that he used his mouth.

"Roar!"

They saw Yin Qi open his mouth and shout, and a torrent of extremely masculine energy erupted like a volcano.

For a time, the sound waves surged.

Like a mountain collapsing and the sea overturning, heaven and earth crumbling.

The massive sound waves, mixed with scorching blood Qi, surged forward in a visible form.

Wherever they passed, the giant palm of the Heavenly God, the Innate sword gangs, and the Huangquan black fog all melted like ice and snow, disappearing without a trace.

Not only that, Tu Yuan, Yuan Shizu, Nalan Yanluo, and Nalan Hai all screamed.

They felt as if thunder had exploded in their minds, blasting their minds into a blank state, and then their eyes rolled back and they fainted; Tu Yuan even fell from the sky.

Fortunately, he was not flying very high, and his cultivation was deep, so he did not fall to his death.

In reality, this was still the result of Yin Qi showing mercy.

If he had fully unleashed the 'Human Immortal Giant Roar', even a powerhouse who had survived four Thunder Tribulations would have been roared to death by him, let alone them, who had only survived one Thunder Tribulation, or were even just Ghost Immortals.

As for why he kept them, it was naturally to subdue them.

The massive roaring sound continued to reverberate in the mountains until it disappeared after a long time.

Yin Yunfeng and the others were stunned.

The four great powerhouses who had been unreachable in their eyes in the past had actually been roared unconscious by their own Earl!

This was too magical!

"Human Immortal Giant Roar, this is the Human Immortal Giant Roar, Young Master is a Human Immortal!"

Compared to the ignorant Yin Yunfeng and the others, Zhao Feirong knew what this roar represented.

This was the Human Immortal Giant Roar!

Which meant to say, Yin Qi was a Human Immortal.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but tighten her legs in excitement, her charming eyes like silk.

Ever since Yinyue of the Great Zen Temple was besieged and killed by numerous powerhouses twenty years ago, there had been no Human Immortals in this world.

Yin Qi turned his head to look into the mountain forest on the right and said loudly, "You two, you've watched for so long, it's time to show yourselves."

Zhao Feirong, Yin Yunfeng, and the others all looked over in unison. ===== CHAPTER 179 =====